I walk there. It does not matter. I walk away, a scene follows. Temporary but permanent, a fleeting moment can turn solid. Horror insures. I can be lost at whim, but only I can choose to be found. The decision lays with me, but I tremble under the weight.
Fear, the involuntary response to an action or situation, causing one’s fight or flight motion to activate. A feeling of high anxiety consumes the body, until either the threat disappears or the individual is killed. Books can describe fear as best as they can, but words cannot even remotely prepare one for the events in which would cause anxiety to reach incomprehensible levels. I live in a constant state of fear, and the cause is not so easily explainable.
Our love, a touch of colossal entities,
Lips locked in endless heat, forsaking breath for another kiss
Dark nights surrounded by lights within, blasting songs that you’d sing to me
A smile on my face watching you, always